Below us the Thames grew lighter, and all around below were the shadows - the dark shadows of buildings and bridges that formed the base of this dreadful masterpiece. — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
The closest fires were near enough for us to hear the crackling flames and the yells of firemen. Little fires grew into big ones even as we watched. Big ones died down under the firemen's valor only to break out… — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
At last we are in it up to our necks, and everything is changed, even your outlook on life. — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
For a lifetime I had bathed with becoming regularity, and thought the world would come to an end unless I changed my socks every… — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
War makes strange giant creatures out of us little routine men who inhabit the earth. — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
Marines have a cynical approach to war. They believe in three things; liberty, payday and that when two Marines are together in a fight,… — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
Say what you will, nothing can make a complete soldier except battle experience. — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
I've really been sick with this cold, but I think I might have kept the columns going anyhow except I was just so low… — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
There is no sense in the struggle, but there is no choice but to struggle. — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
About every two minutes a new wave of planes would be over. The motors seemed to grind rather than roar, and to have an… — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
For me war has become a flat, black depression without highlights, a revulsion of the mind and an exhaustion of the spirit. — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
But to the fighting soldier that phase of the war is behind. It was left behind after his first battle. His blood is up.… — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
“In Europe we felt that our enemies, horrible and deadly as they were, were still people. ... But out here I soon gathered that… — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has become too great. — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
